Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

Grezig found herself away from the Plateau that day—and being away from it felt more right than it ever had before. She too took a drink from the river, and then traveled farther along the river. Soon she came upon a dark male drinking from the water. Half of her didn’t feel like talking at all. She hated her life right now and wasn’t sure how she felt about… anything, to be honest. But the other half of her wanted—needed—to talk to anyone who wasn’t a member of the Plateau. She sighed, and then gave a weary, “Hail.”